The Rise Of The Mid-Table Belgians. A bit like the Planet Of The Apes franchise, but with less tension and worse acting.
What we got was further rope with which to hang the club.
Sissoko was revealed as the witless plinth he is. Lloris couldn’t Captain the Good Ship Lollypop, and Dele Alli is still the best thing to come out the Championship since Winifried Zaha.
What was chilling about this particular fiasco was this was Poch going for a win. This was Poch looking to scent his territory in Europe.
My considered opinion is that he knows that targeting the FA cup won’t be tolerated by baldy. Yet the Europa wouldn’t be entirely impossible with a bit of a following breeze behind them.
He’s delusional.
Thing is, did he know his hopes were in Lollypop Land before a ball was kicked tonight? The quote we got yesterday about the fragile mentality is now deafening.
Bonzo looked like he’d already donated his brain to that Dementia Initiative. Davies isn’t much better than ‘competent’.
Mousa is shot. That’s not a nice thing to say but he is.
Kane is fat tongued robot with flat batteries. That’s even less nice, but equally true.
Winks had some bright moments but for goodness sake, he is what he is right now.
Son is a biddable idiot.
This Spurs squad isn’t just thin on personnel, it’s even thinner on intelligence. Worse yet, it’s fundamentally confused by a manager who doesn’t really know where he’s heading from one week to the next.
I’ve been banging this drum for some time, but far too many of you are simply too thick to be able to be even able to start to process this analysis.
The culture at THFC is abysmal. It has been for 16 years.
‘It’s only Tottenham’ is alive and well.
Stop d—ing about and buy the right players for the job, you cheapskate c—-.
Anyway Daniel, enough of this post match hysteria. How did our revenue projections for this evening stack up, you loathsome toad?!
